* Warning: This one's darker than my other stories.
All persons having sex in this fictional story are over eighteen years of age.
My poor eight year old son, Tommy, was laying on the hospital bed in pain. He'd broken his arm playing pick-up football with the neighborhood kids. The doctor said that he was going to need surgery and he was being prepared by the nurses when I got there from work.
He was scared, so I tried to lighten his mood by holding up his wrist and telling him his new bracelet looked nice. It was nothing, a joke, but as I looked at his wristband I saw the blood type A+. That ended any humor I may have had for the foreseeable future.
As they wheeled Tommy back to the operating room tears were filling my eyes. Shock, I suppose, more than anything caused the sudden emotions I was feeling. Why? How? I didn't want to know that Tommy wasn't mine. Dammit, he IS mine!
I looked over at my wife, Mandy, and she knew right away. We'd been married for ten years so non-verbal communication between us was easy to read. I was feeling sad, angry, betrayed and a million other things but what I saw in her eyes was fear. She knew that I knew.
Mandy ran out of the room crying. My mother-in-law, Carol, went behind her trying to comfort her, I'm sure Carol was thinking that Mandy was upset over Tommy's injury but that wasn't the reason at all. B+ and O- blood types don't make an A+ blood type child. 2+2 doesn't equal 5.
I remained in the room Tommy had been in, my head in my hands, crying for my loss. My wife, who I loved, had betrayed me. My son was not biologically my son. My marriage was over. I would no longer get to live with my kids. All of that was now over. I felt like I was being sent off to prison.
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I waited an hour and a half in that room, alone, until Tommy got out of surgery. Mandy never came back in. The nurse came in and told me I could see Tommy in the recovery room so I wiped my eyes, sorted myself and went to see my boy.
Mandy was standing beside Tommy's gurney with tears pouring down her face telling him what a brave boy he was as I came in. She saw me and immediately went to her mother's arms sobbing.
Tommy didn't need to see all of this right now. I got between Mandy and Tommy beside the gurney and asked him how he was doing. He was still a little out of it and mumbled something. I patted his head and kissed his cheek and then turned to my unfaithful bride.
"Pull yourself together for your son. He's scared and needs his mother to reassure him that he's going to be okay. I'm going home to take care of Cindy and Bobby." I told her, gritting my teeth the whole time, trying not to beat the shit out of the cheating bitch.
I got home in time to eat the hot dogs and macaroni and cheese that our sixteen year old babysitter, Jan, had made the kids for dinner. Jan lived a few houses over and babysat whenever we asked her. She asked about Tommy and I told her the surgery went well. She was a sweet girl.
After Jan left I got the kid's baths and readied them for bed. It took two stories to finally get them to sleep. I went up and packed a suitcase with a week's worth of clothes. I was heading down the stairs with the suitcase when Mandy came in the door. She was already crying, but when she saw me with the suitcase she broke down and collapsed on the floor.
"Please, don't leave me, Ricky, please." she squeaked out.
"I can't stay here right now. I need to get away for awhile. I'm afraid of what I might say to you." I told her teeth gritted again.
"I can explain, Honey..." I cut her off.
"Don't 'Honey' me, Amanda! You don't get to call me that after what you've done! You're nothing but a fucking liar and I don't want to be around you!" I said marching out the door and slamming it behind me.
I needed to leave because my anger was boiling over and I just wanted to destroy something. I went to the gym and pummeled the speed bag and body bag for a good hour. Some of the acquaintances that I'd made there from working out together looked nervously toward me.
I felt slightly better after my 'workout'. I drove down the street to a hotel and checked in. I texted Mandy my location in case something happened with one of the kids and turned my phone off.
I needed a plan. Divorce was obvious. Mandy had not only cheated on me but she let me raise my cuckold's son for eight years. There's no coming back from that betrayal. I turned my phone back on to call my brother, Tom, and saw four missed calls, two voicemails and about six texts from Mandy. I ignored them.
I called Tom and told him what I'd discovered. He couldn't believe that Mandy would do that. He reminded me that we grew up with Mandy and what I was telling him was WAY out of character for her. I explained to him that the irrefutable evidence was Tommy's blood type. There was no denying the fact that she'd had sex with another man and gotten pregnant.
Tom reluctantly gave me the name of a divorce lawyer his sister-in-law had used and advised that I needed to talk with Mandy before ringing off. Being past midnight I tried to sleep.
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I awoke to my phone ringing and instinctively answered it without seeing who it was. It was, Beth, Mandy's older sister. "Ricky, I need to speak with you, in person. Could we meet at Starbucks this morning to talk?" she asked bruskly.
"How's 10:00 sound Beth? Just you, not your sister, understand?"
"You really need to talk to her Rick. She's crushed. She loves you." Beth told me pleadingly.
"I'll see you at 10:00." I replied rather dryly.
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Beth was already sitting at a booth when I arrived five minutes before ten. She looked nervous and already had unshed tears in her eyes.
"Good morning, Beth."
"Hi Ricky." Beth replied sadly.
"It's your show Beth. What are you going to tell me that would ever change the way I feel about what your cheating slut of a sister did?"
I could see her boiling up. "Don't call her that, Ricky! You need to talk with her. It's not what you think!"
"What the hell could it possibly be, Beth!? She fucked some guy, got pregnant, passed the baby off as my child and let me raise poor Tommy for eight years thinking I was his father!" I spit out at her.
"You are his father, Rick even if he doesn't share your DNA. Don't you say otherwise and don't destroy that boy by abandoning him just because you're angry with his mother!" Beth was now crying angrily and showing her frustration.
